Neocon Love Boat

I don't like to get all political on you folks too often, mostly because I find politics to get in the way of my slothful laidbackitude that I try so desperately to cultivate. But this is too good to pass up: a journalist from The Independent goes on a cruise sponsored by The National Review.

Here's the first paragraph of that story:

I am standing waist-deep in the Pacific Ocean, both chilling and burning, indulging in the polite chit-chat beloved by vacationing Americans. A sweet elderly lady from Los Angeles is sitting on the rocks nearby, telling me dreamily about her son. "Is he your only child?" I ask. "Yes," she says. "Do you have a child back in England?" she asks. No, I say. Her face darkens. "You'd better start," she says. "The Muslims are breeding. Soon, they'll have the whole of Europe."

Wow. Read the whole thing, because it's chock full o' crazy.